Blue Bowtie
by Stars of Artemis
Summary: A graduating senior, a glitching stereo system, and the Autobot grad party from hell. Not to mention worst of all; his mother. "Sammie" will be lucky if Megatron doesnt take over the world in all the chaos blowing up on the East Coast. Champagne, anyone?
1. Long Walk

I was sitting in the hallway, my elbows on my knees and my hands clenched in my hair, trying not to hyperventilate. Trying to forget what was happening.

Based on the edgy voices of my classmates pounding steadily against my eardrums, I was obviously failing. Epically.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, hard, trying to see if the darkness could get any darker, and trying not to kill myself.

Graduation. A word I'd hoped for- and dreaded- for four years now. My whole life, actually. And here I was, five minutes before it happened, wishing it wasn't happening at all. Not right now. Not today.

Because of course, based on my luck, this was the day when everything went wrong.

Horribly, epically, _hideously wrong_.

I heard a snicker above me, and knew it wasn't even worth the glare. It wasn't the first I'd heard today.

They _were _pretty old, actually. And had holes in them- battle scars from the first fight in Mission City, I had thought proudly at the time. The final beat in the ensemble of the outfit I had saved from that day. But worn sneakers didn't exactly go with sapphire-blue graduation robes. And that was why I was here moping instead of bouncing on the balls of my feet like everyone else.

They had gotten lost. Again. _With _my shoes. I could understand, usually- we were on the East Coast, practically a world away from California, but c'mon- on _graduation_? Who _does _that? I didn't think even my parents would be that ridiculous, and yet here I was, stuck in ancient sneakers and without anyone out there to watch the first Witwicky ever to go to college to graduate- after living through alien invasion part _two_- except for a crowd of spectators waiting for the next kid in line.

And to make matters worse, Mikaela had gotten hung up in airport traffic due to a thunderstorm the night before and an apparent wreck on the interstate, so I could pretty much count my hot, warrior goddess girlfriend out. That meant I didn't have to see Wheelie, either, but hell, I'd put up with even that creep for days just for her to be here now.

And that reminded me of another missing addition; Bumblebee.

Where the hell was he, anyways? Last I saw him, I had just gotten off the phone with Mom and Dad, who were in some county I had never even heard of when my car tore out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell, car tires screeching and everything. He nearly hit a semi on the way out, too. Bee, after throwing a fit about not letting me take him freshmen year and practically tailing my every move for the last three, hadn't thought to stick around long enough for graduation? I was going to kill him when I got my hands on him. Super robot or not- I minored with flying colors in mechanics, and I would personally exact whatever toll my alien-fried brain could think off.

And then I'd call in Mikaela.

Whatever I had learned, I was still nothing compared to her in that department. And revenge was usually her forte, not mine. I thought briefly of Simmons chained to a light post in his underwear for simply threatening her dad. It shouldn't take too much convincing to get her to help me. She would have wanted _somebody _to be here for me today, right? Even if it was my alien sports car.

"Dude." I looked up at the voice I'd learned to live with the past four years. Leo came to slide onto the bench next to me, his faithful followers Sharksky and Fassbinder looking even more tricked out than usual, probably at all the conspiracy of the name roll or the aliens that were hiding in outside beneath the chairs.

Nope. I thought with a sinking feeling. No aliens today.

"'Sup?" I asked, rubbing at the imprint my hands had no doubt left on my face.

"Nice footwear." my roomie commented, looking a touch impressed, though here was a flash of contempt in his eyes. "Way to resist the Man."

And I buried my head in my hands again. "My parents have them." I mumbled around my palms.

"Tough luck, dude." Leo replied, leaning back against the wall. "Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, when do we get to meet her?" asked Sharksky, sounding _way _too interested for my comfort.

I dropped my hands to glare at him. "Airport."

"Ouch." muttered Leo. "Well, hey, at least you get to miss out on a bunch of bitching from-"

I elbowed him. Hard. The last thing our conspiracy roommates needed to hear was the name "Wheelie", or they'd hack into every camera feed for a mile around looking for another alien, and knowing the little idiot's disregard for discretion, they'd probably find him.

That was one thing I did not need to explain to Will.

They looked only mildly curious as Leo tried to cover it up with a cough and a weak "-your mom." They had learned that we'd had some secrets since freshmen year, but they assumed it was all to do with the Man warping our minds after I got snatched by Starscream and dumped in that warehouse. I really preferred to keep it that way.

"I just wanna get this over with." complained Fassbinder, pulling at the bowtie around his neck that he had tied too tight. "When's the after party?"

"I don't know, but there better be some _bailarinas exotica_, or I'm going to sue." Leo growled.

I rolled my eyes at him. We were in a long hallway just to the left of the stage, while all the girls, much to Leo's disappointment, were in the hallway on the right. It did kind of suck, too, cause now I didn't have any of the 55 here to distract them from my shoes.

"Five minutes." yelled the Dean, poking her head around the corner before vanishing again.

I swallowed, nerves back full-blast. I was going to go out there, get my diploma after four years of working my ass off, and not a single friend or family member would be watching.

A completely random thought jumped into my mind as I stood and got in line, near the back, and Leo offered one last parting clap on the shoulder before vanishing where all the other S's were. I knew Megatron had been keeping careful tabs on me for the past four years. Would _he _be watching?

Well, at least it was someone. I guess.

The murmuring was growing a bit now, excited, and I checked my cell phone one last, desperate time before conceding miserable defeat and slapping it shut. If they were on their way, they would have called. I set it to vibrate and slipped it back into my pocket beneath my robes.

And then suddenly there was a total silence.

And I mean complete silence. You could have heard a pin drop.

Then soft strains of classical music floated through the air and back towards the very end of the line, and I knew it was starting. People would start walking out in an alphabetical line and pause right off to the side until their names were called. Then they would walk across that stage, shake hands with the dean and several other professors, get a fake diploma (just a prop), and then it would be over and we were officially done.

I closed my eyes in defeat.

There weren't that many people in my year, being and Ivy League school, so the line moved forward pretty fast. Too fast, actually. It seemed like in just a blink, I was standing at the front of the line waiting to go emerge outside. I could see the people lined up before me, off to the left of the stage, waiting in the shade before there name was called to walk across a crowd of so many people and into the sun. My stomach clenched in anticipation. This was almost it. I would be alone.

_Zzzz! Zzzz! ZZZZZZ!_

The two people in front of me turned around, and several people behind me snickered. Hurriedly, hands shaking and heart pumping, I dug my phone out of my pocket, daring to believe.

"Hello?" I squeaked into the receiver, and hurriedly cleared my throat.

"SAMIE!" shrieked a voice.

I winced and held the receiver a few inches away from my ear till she calmed down. "_Mom_?"

"Hey honey, how you doing?" she asked, cooing.

"Um, where _are _you?"

"Oh, we are so sorry about that!" she laughed, as if it was no big deal _at all_. "Your dad tried to use the GPS and screwed up again-"

"I did not screw it up it _malfunctioned_." I heard my dad snark in the background.

"You did too screw it up Ron, goddamn it, look at the crappy seat we got!" she snapped at him.

My heart nearly dropped out of my chest. "Seat?" I squeaked, looking out and searching the crowd. "You're _here_?"

"Yes of course, we wouldn't miss you graduation for anything- well, not on purpose anyways, but it's not like we intentionally set our course for West Virginia, but oh well-"

"It's okay, it's okay!" I exclaimed, cutting across her tirade. That was always how it worked with mom. You had to beat her to the punch, or she'd still be talking to me when I finally got up there. "I'm just glad you made it…" I blinked. "Do you have my shoes?" I asked, glancing down at the worn, hideous sneakers painfully visible beneath my robes.

"_No, _Sammie, we gave them to-"

_Tap-tap-tap._

I glanced to my left, out the window, and my jaw dropped. "Mikaela?" I said in disbelief.

"Yeah, she took them from us- we met up on the freeway-"

"I have to go, Mom." I said bluntly. "See you in ten."

"Well good luck baby!" she cooed.

"Bye." I snapped my phone shut, then hurried over to the window, hoping it wasn't a fake, and lifted it.

First one red high-heel came in, then the other, and then my sex-warrior-alien slaying goddess dropped down onto the tile floor in tight jeans in the middle of a crowd of twenty-one year old boys, with my shiny dress shoes in one hand.

I could just kiss her.

"Not too late, am I?" she whispered, deep eyes sparkling, handing me my shoes.

"You are a _goddess_." I told her, mentally noting I would have to do something wonderful for her later, taking them from her soft hand.

"I couldn't miss my man on his big day." she said, smiling. "I would have, though, but I texted Bee and he came and got me. We passed your parents on the interstate- picked up the shoes from them and gave them the right directions."

"Really?" I asked, struggling out of my sneakers. "That's where he went? I thought he went off and ditched me to catch a carwash or something."

She rolled her eyes. "We did kind of make the whole trip in speeds yet unclocked by NASCAR, but it worked. He has a surprise for you too." she added mischievously. Then she looked me up and down, and smiled that smile that just melted my heart and blew that last part completely out of my mind- for now. "You look great, by the way." she said, straightening my bowtie. "Really, really _blue_, but…smart, too." she looked into my eyes, still smiling, and she was just so beautiful and I had missed her so much that I pulled her in right there, not caring if the entire male half of my school was watching, and kissed her.

There were quite a few wolf whistles and even scattered clapping by the time we finally pulled away, and I noticed with a start that the person in front of me had just walked out to line up on the side of the stage- and I was next.

"Good luck." she whispered, kissing my nose one last time, then turned and slipped out of the hallway like a shadow.

On any normal day, I would have just stood there and stared at her, but I was about to go out in front of hundreds of people, and I didn't have any shoes on. I stood there, hopping around trying like a lunatic desperately trying to pull them on, noticing that I mad missed my cue to line up behind Tamara, Went.

I finally staggered out on the side of the stage, with a glare from the Dean, realizing as I did that I had completely forgotten to tie my shoes.

Oh well. I'd just have to make sure I didn't trip.

Which reminded me. What if I did trip? My stomach clenched in nerves and my heart started pounding- _again_- and sandwiched in between a frat girl and a jock, hidden in the shadows of the oak trees that grew ancient in the courtyard on the side of the stage, I tried desperately to finger-comb my hair back into control while panic began to overtake me.

What if I fell flat on my face? What if they pronounced my name wrong? What if the handshake with the Dean was awkward? What if-

"Tamara, Went."

The blonde in front of me took two steps forward, then crossed the stage, got her diploma from the professor, shook hands with the Dean, and went down the row of teachers, smiling and waving to the camera as she did.

And then it was my turn.

Just then, my eyes flickered out into the crowd, and I finally spotted my mom and dad, sitting in the very back of the cool, shady courtyard; Mom was looking down the lens of a digital camera, Dad was fanning himself with the ceremony pamphlet, and they weren't alone.

Mikaela had somehow joined them just in time, and there were several other tall, brawly guys standing around them, all with brilliant blue eyes that I could see even from here.

My jaw dropped.

Bee's holoform, standing next to Mikaela, winked.

"Sam, Witwicky."

And just like that, every fear and thought I'd had dropped away. I crossed in front of the speaker's podium, and paused to receive the thin scroll from my professor, wonder taking over as I realized I had worked so hard for four years just for that little slip of paper.

I could hear mom and dad screaming from the moment they called my name, and glancing out across the crowd, I saw them both on their feet, with Mikaela smiling like and angel and Bee whistling so loud I could hear it from here. All the holoforms of the Autobots around them- and it looked like they had brought _everybody_- laughed, and I even saw Optimus give me a proud, dignified nod.

I grinned like an idiot, and then a crazy thought hit me- what would Fassbinder and Sharksky think? They had been searching for aliens for years now, and lo and behold; pretty much all of them had come to my graduation.

Laughing at my roomie's expense, I crossed the rest of the stage and shook hands with the confused Dean, offering her a genuine smile, seeing as she had put up with a lot to get me back after freshmen year. And seeing as I had been one of the top in my class, after getting shocked by the Allspark (there had been one upside to all that), I think she thought I had been worth it. I passed on to greet my other teachers.

"Out at last, genius." my Astronomy teacher snarked sarcastically. I only smiled, and then turned to sit with the rest of my classmates, behind the podium. I turned when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Leo sitting just behind me.

"Nice shoes." he hissed.

I grinned at him and muttered, "Thanks."

Sitting there in the sun, watching as my mom started sobbing uncontrollably and clutched Dad's shoulder for support, before turning and burying her face in a very alarmed-looking Ratchet (did he know that women Mom's age were still on the prowl?) I realized that, though it was absolutely not the graduation I had imagined for the past four years, and even though I nearly had a panic attack (multiple times), I wouldn't have changed a single thing. It was perfect- as perfect goes with us, anyways. And there was still the after party to look forward to…


	2. Celebration

The hardest part about my college life used to be keeping moody and unpredictable cars (ranging from inconceivably beautiful for a freshman's salary to downright intimidating) from doing something that they normally did- something dangerous, unpredictable, or downright _obvious_.

Now?

I was trying to keep people from thinking I had joined part of a military cult.

It had been hard, after Ironhide and Optimus had shown up to warn me about a possible invasion on the Eastern Seaboard (false alarm) two years ago, especially once Sharksky and Fassbinder, who already thought the Man had twisted Leo and mine's brains into believing Giza didn't happen, had gotten a load of their holoforms. Even as humans, the Autobots just screamed military- not really their fault, seeing as they pretty much hung out with only NEST and humans with high enough clearance. 'Bee was the only one who could ever really blend in. And now?

I had Leo muttering panicked curses in Spanish over my shoulder every time he looked up and saw them, I had eight fully-grown military-style guys (and one super-tough femme) with bulging biceps and blazing blue eyes standing around my parents and girlfriend like a bunch of supernatural body guards, and I had the realization that God only knew _how _they had parked.

And I absolutely could not find it in myself to care.

Because hell, it was graduation, and _hell_, they were here for me- _all of them_, when they could be out patrolling the continent or whatever Will had them doing in their spare time. And, honestly…I had missed them. A lot. And that they, giant Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron and all-around kick-ass defenders of the universe, had seen it fit to come to my graduation…it meant a lot. It really did. Even if Leo was radiating a what-the-hell-do-you-think-they're-_doing _urgency, and I could practically feel a call from Morshower coming on- though they had probably dealt with that already. And honestly, I was way too excited to give a damn about the world at the moment.

Other than that, it was pretty much smooth sailing. We awaited the dean's long and proud talk about who we were going to be in a few years (though half of us didn't know where we were going to live after she kicked us out of our dorms), about our remarkable achievements and honor brought to the school (if you call creaming Pennsylvania State in a beer pong tournament, I guess so) and about how she would be proud to see us back here someday to continue offering financial support to the school (…really?)

All in all, it was a pretty good speech, and I couldn't deny that living here had been the time of my life…excluding when Alice blew up the library and tried to strangle me. And in a way, I kind of felt really sad about leaving. But I had to go out and face the world sometime, preferably now, while it was still alien-invasion free.

At the very end of her speech, we were presented by the speaker; Class of 2013, and a massive cheer went up from everyone on the stage. I joined in shamelessly. After that, we all threw our fake diplomas up into the air- seeing as we were expressively forbidden to ruin our grad uniforms. Some lucky shot on the left side of the stage hurled his across the aisle and knocked Leo's cap clean off. He swore at me in Spanish- again-when I laughed.

I looked up then, right as the cheering began to fade, at my mom, who was now sobbing without control on Optimus; my dad, who looked close to tears; and Mikaela, whose eyes were shining so bright a blue I could see her from here. She looked so proud. She looked like an angel.

"And now, as our school has done for centuries, we will go out and parade on the streets to our anthem…"

The groan of us seasoned seniors was lost on the loud crowd, we who had been tortured to listen to that annoying tune for the past four years.

The dean gave the signal. The sound guy hit a button on his board, and the speakers that had been set up around the stage and on the branches of the oaks- too many to count- blared to life.

"_Yahoo! This is your celebration. Yahoo! This is your celebration…"_

An uproarious laughter rippled out among us grads; I turned around in confusion to Leo, whose jaw had dropped in shock.

"_No es mio_, dude." he said severely, dark eyes wild.

Bewildered, I turned to look back out into the crowd. Bumblebee had a _way _to cocky grin on his face.

"_Ce-le-brate good times, c'mon_!"

I didn't have the heart to glare at him.

Before the dean could get us under control, while the sound man panicked in the corner, we followed our cue from the speaker lady to get up and filed down the stairs set up in the middle of the stage and down the broad aisle among the hundreds of white seats in the courtyard.

"That's my BOY!" yelled my mom, shoving through the few and unfortunate people who were, by some cruel twist of fate, caught in between her and me. She slammed into me full-force, knocking the very breath out of my lungs and crushing my face- in front of everyone.

"C'mon, mom." I muttered, hugging her lightly back, fully conscious of Ironhide snickering and Jolt grinning evilly while Skids and Mudflap said things I was glad mom, in all her hysteria, couldn't hear.

"We-are-so-_proud_-of-you!" she sniffed, pulling back and grabbing my face and shaking it with every word, gasping them between sobs.

"I know-I _know _Mom." I said, trying to detangle myself from her. "Be careful, or you're going to suffocate me before I even get my first job."

"That's physically impossible." said Ratchet dryly, over Mom's head. "Not at the rate _she _is holding you."

I could only roll my eyes in is direction before my Dad came in and saved the day.

"Judy, that's _enough_." he growled, prying her off me carefully. "Let the man breathe." Mom just nodded pathetically and pulled a handkerchief out of her bag and put her head down as she blew her nose.

"We're very proud of you, son." said my dad, one arm around my mom, trying to sound tough and nodding slowly. "First Witwicky to ever cross that stage and…and…"

"Yeah okay Dad, thanks." I said, patting him roughly on the shoulder. As I passed. "Love you too."

I could have sworn he muttered something about 'saving the world crap driving him sentimental.'

"Oh look, it's that nice man Leo." I heard mom say from somewhere behind me, and unable to help glancing around, I saw that she was obviously looking for an excuse to get away and get a hold of herself, and Leo, who was obviously trying very hard _not _to be seen, duck back quickly into the crowd. "Leo? LEO!"

"Judy-!" Remembering what happened last time my mom was alone on this campus, my dad went after her. I almost missed it when Jolt went after them casually.

"You planned this?" I asked Bee is disbelief, gesturing at everybody clustered around us. He beamed and nodded earnestly.

"It was his big surprise." Mikaela said from beside me.

"Congratulations, Sam." rumbled Optimus. Wow, I had missed his voice. "We are all very proud of you."

"Yeah, he's a degree!" chimed in Mudlfap.

"He _has _a degree, dumbass." drawled Sideswipe sarcastically. He winked at me when I caught his eye. "Way to go, kid." His holoform was so intimidating, I could only nod my thanks back.

"Yeah, why you gotta be so stupid?" Skids yelled, punching his brother in the arm.

"How you be call'n me stupid, stupid, we's twins!" the other one barked back, punching Skids, harder.

"You little slagger- you askin' for an ass whoopin?" demanded his brother, and right as they were at each other's throats, Ironhide stepped in.

"That's enough, before I slag _both _of you." he growled, grabbing the scruff of one twin in each hand. "We're here for Sam, not so you two can show off in public."

"I'll slag 'em for you, Ironhide." said Arcee. At the femme's voice, both twins went stock-still, terror written all over their faces.

"I am not cleaning up Twins from this bacterial-ridden ground." growled Ratchet. "Clear?" Arcee simply smirked and stood by Bee's holoform. Ratchet turned away from the broken-up fray and offered a hand. "Good to see you, Samuel."

"Thanks, Ratch." I could hardly keep from laughing. Okay, I had _really _missed them.

"Did my…_tips _on the paper for your mechanics course help?"

I barely held back a snicker. "More than you know, doc."

Ratchet nodded in a self-satisfied sort of way.

"How did you guys _get _here?" I asked, looking around in disbelief at them all.

"We got dropped at the nearest Air Force base." Ironhide said, standing back with his hands on his hips. "Sorry we were late, though."

"Yeah, what's with that?" I wondered.

"Paperwork." rumbled Optimus.

"So Morshower knows that you're here?"

"Will got through to him after weeks of begging." Arcee said. "Bumblebee has been planning this day for you for months- he's had the idea for years."

"General Morshower allowed us a civilian visit," Said Optimus. "As long as we had a high-ranking NEST operative to supervise us."

I blinked. Slowly. "And that would be…"

"Epps," said Sideswipe.

"And where exactly is he?"

Thee was a brief pause.

"Paperwork." growled Ironhide.

"We'll only be out here for a while." Arcee said, cocking her hip. "No one will ever know Epps wasn't with us."

"But," I said frowning, "You guys could get into serious trouble, couldn't you?"

Arcee rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Sam, we've been through worse than this."

"Yeah," I said, looking at Optimus. "I remember."

A flicker of expression rolled across his face- amusement? Knowing? Remembering? I tried to read it. "When you see why Sergent Epps had been detained, I doubt you will be so reprimanding, Sam."

I raised my eyebrows at that.

"It's a surprise!" Bee quoted.

I turned on him. "How many of these things do you have planned?" I asked, laughing, a little amused and a little worried. They could get into serious trouble for this! They wouldn't be able to get out of Diego Garcia to visit me till my retirment party.

"This is the last time, I swear." a little girl pleased. Just hearing the voice coming from the cell phone, hidden in Bee's pocket, was disturbing.

"Will you back off!" snapped Mom, coming back into the circle, followed obviously by Dad and quietly by Jolt, and, to my amuesment, dragging my partner-in-crime and roomie himself. "I'm not going to buy anymore brownies this time- I swear- oh Sam!" she said, seeing me again. "We should bring Leo to lunch and the-"

"-Yeah, lunch sounds great." Mikaela said loudly, cutting across my mom. I glanced at her, confused, but her face gave nothing away. Mom, however, looked a little embarrassed.

"That's fine." Leo said, trying to back away from our circle, but freezing once Sideswipe's icy eyes alighted on him. "Um, I think I'll just-"

"But your mother said you've got a tire blown! And you won't be able to go home till the day after tomorrow, so you might as well get _some _college party experience. I mean c'mon! Live a little, for Christ's sake." She shook out her wavy hair, eyes wide. "God _knows _you deserve it after the hell you went through in Giza with all those ali-"

I wasn't sure who yelled the loudest, or who yelled it first. But I know I heard "Mom!" and "Judy!" and "Mrs. Witwicky!" all at once, from every single direction. And those were just the human voices. Either way, the noise was loud enough and the sudden movements toward my mom- a warning hand, dad grabbing her arm, everyone tensing up, even Leo- was enough to make her jump back with a look of shock on her face, as if she had just woken up from a nap.

"Well _okay_!" she exclaimed.

"Judy." growled my dad, rolling his eyes.

"It's _okay_!" she repeated, trying to make herself sound certain.

"Ma!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes.

"Mrs. Witwicky, it is prudent that you do not mention that in public." said Optimus calmly, his tone leaving little room for argument.

Between the lines note; the world pretty much knew about the Autobots now, and the Decepticons.

The just didn't know I was involved in it, too.

Or that the nine incredibly buff, incredibly blue-eyed, incredibly cool people I was chatting with now happened to be those said Autobots.

Because that would be _bad_.

"I believe I have a reservation." chimed in Bee's cell phone then, and that brought the whole conversation back full circle.

"Right, right." chanted mom, still trying to get a hold of herself. "Okay. Yeah, the reservations. Got it. Let's file out!"

After many demands on my part as to where we were going, and many attempts at sneaky exits on Leo's (Mom kept dragging him along whenever he made a bolt for it, but after he met Optimus' gaze, he never tried it again), we finally got down to our next predicament- how to ride there.

Me and Mikaela obviously wanted to go together, and if it was just us, that would be okay. But then there were three plus, and Bumblebee's cab really wasn't meant for five people. But Mom and Dad wanted to ride with me too, and Leo still didn't trust anyone besides Skids and Mudflap to take him anywhere- and there was no way in hell we were letting him alone with _those _two. Optimus chivalrously volunteered to take him, but seeing as he was our main guard and the one who always got involved in ambushes whenever they came (it was sad that we had to think about that, really), that was out, too. None of them could ride a motorcycle (and I wasn't about to kick Mikaela out of the car, which would be worse than putting her in the back seat). Ratchet's cab didn't have enough room, Jolt's seating had been converted to communication networking computers, and not one of them would go near Sideswipe or Ironhide, so we were basically all stuck with Bumblebee, with me and Mikaela up front and Leo crammed between mom and dad in the back.

…Well, at least I can say it wasn't a quiet car ride.

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